Chapter 115 115: The Ideal Home



Raven's eyes twitched the moment she mentioned her desire.

'No way, I am not marrying someone for convenience.'

Lilith also suddenly stood up and looked angry, her tail coming free from her thigh and swaying in the air as she looked at Armina with a vigilant look.

"Mother... Why do this...?"

"What!? Why!"

"You sit in your room, doing nothing! Only work part-time for the DMPA; even then, you spend half the time suspended for beating humans!"

"Heh... they deserve it, torturing those girls who just wanted to be loved!"

Armina tried to dash away after shouting out her piece, but the mansion began to shudder, and her body dropped to the floor.

"Armina!"

Sasha's body erupted with a powerful aura that seemed to hold the fleeing Armina in place, causing her to let out a defeating yelp.

"Don't be a fool!"

Sasha's voice thundered, and Armina's entire body shook like an insect in the face of an angry cobra.

"If you can't accept the situation, then get out! You are no longer a part of this family!"

Armina's face went pale, and she shivered violently.

"N-no! Don't send me away!"

She started to cry, begging Sasha to keep her around.

"Enough! Stop acting like a child! Do you think you will find someone to love you if you stay here? How naïve!"

Sasha spat out each word with disdain, making Armina go silent.

Raven stepped forward; the moment his body came between Armina and Sasha, the entire pressure faded like his body was blocking and shouldering all the effect. 

At first, Armina was going to flee, but the moment she noticed everyone else still seemed affected except Raven, she watched with curiosity.

"Could you at least let us get to know each other first, Miss Bruan? I cannot suddenly feel the desire to marry a cute girl if you request it, either."

"Lord Granbell..." 

He looked back at Armina, who slowly climbed from the ground; her pale knee's a little red from the mark where the carpet burned her; unable to control his worrywart self, his fingers stroked along the two marks, injecting his aura into her body to soothe the throbbing pain from the burns and remove the marks.

"Ahn~" Armina's face turned bright red after she uttered a shameful moan from the sensation of his fingers touching her skin.

Sasha watched her face no longer angry, but more of a "Haha, my plan worked perfectly" as she gave a thumbs up to the servants and other women watching secretly.

Lilith noticed this, her tail swaying faster, but she knew what Raven was like and gave up being mad. At least this time, the girl was her age, and they had fun; somehow, the older women were scary for her, and all seemed to have grouped.

She saw this moment as a chance for her minion to fight back and win more of his time.

·ƈθm The scene lasted for a while, and Armina calmed down; her hand resting on Raven's shoulder, looking down at the handsome orc, remembering the taste of his blood.

"Miss Bruan, if you change the terms to something more manageable like dating your daughter, with the intent for future marriage. I am open to giving it a try; every Monday, I can pick her up, and we'll go for a date in the city; once a month has passed, we will both report to you in private and take it from there."

"How?"

Raven was not just being his usual kind self but thinking practically if this mansion was part of his family line. Then marrying a vampire girl with huge tits is a win for him. 

She was cute and sexy, and he could not deny that he wanted to bang her when they met, but instead, this way, he could take time to know her, maybe making it more than just a one-night stand or loveless relationship.

When he became a Dread Lord, Chimaera and Manticore, he was prepared to have women and families approach him for the bloodline pedigree.

Some felt scared of the danger level given to the race, but what about the families that are already dangerous monsters? They would happily have a fine specimen to breed with their family's bloodline.

'So, let's take this vampire and make her a nice little cock sleeve.'

'...'

'Make that girlfriend...' His mind seemed to get more debauched each day that passed, and his bloodline grew more prominent.

Despite that outburst, it was not one of rejection but one from fear of rejection. This man's mere presence caused her heart to race; she wanted to pay him thousands of credits to let her suck on him all day.

"So... how about we try this again?"

Raven asked, smiling gently.

Armina's heart fluttered, and she could only nod happily.

"Yes... Please take care of me."

"Okay, so next week, I will come here at 9 pm; Armina, please wear something that shows off your curves, but not too much."

"Eh!?"

"I don't want people seeing my cute little vampire's body."

"But..."

"It's okay; I'll take you to a nice place that does extremely tasty rare steak; even the blood will still pool for you." 

The girl's eyes watched him with interest, wondering if it was the same restaurant she had always wanted to try but didn't want to visit alone.

Her body climbed to her feet as she rested against his chest, pressing both hands against his powerful muscles.

"Wow... strong..." 

"Do you want to feel more or maybe see them?" 

"Ah.... that.... next time!?" Armina stuttered before pulling away, her face like a teenage boy who saw and felt a woman's tits for the first time.

'I never expected her to be so different from when she worked... Maybe that's a persona she normally uses to hide this cute side?'

Sasha watched as this boy seemed to charm her daughter without realising it. For most of her life, due to being a vampire of the highest tier of bloodline, normal humans would be killed should she suck from them. 

"If I were 300 years younger..." Sasha muttered, watching her daughter dash away, holding Lilith's hand as they rushed to her room.

"Ah... wait... Raven!" Lilith cried out with a helpless face, taken by the vampire princess.

Thus Armina always used blood banks; it might just be that this man was her first and last living prey.

Sasha smiled as she watched Armina leave with her new friend; it was true that Raven did not notice anything wrong with her daughter.

It was the first time she saw her daughter make friends with someone close to her age.

Normally she spoke to the house's servants, all of whom were at least 100-200 years old.

"Mr Granbell."

"What's the matter, Miss Bruan?"

"Would you care to join me for a glass of wine and to discuss the future in more detail?" 

He noticed her dress swaying in the slight breeze.

This woman was closer to his strike zone than Armina, her plump ass swaying with each step towards the small room in the back.

With a pair of huge breasts and a mature personality to suit them, he felt drawn to her and couldn't understand why.

Was it his lack of a mother for so long, or did he just like mature women?

'Let's go; this mansion would be perfect for protecting the women I date, especially the ones who are classed as dangerous by the world.'

The pair entered a cosy room with two black chairs, a table between them with various books, and a chess board; the walls were dark red and adorned with countless bookshelves with topics from philosophy to children's fairytales.

"Please sit down, Mr-"

"Call me Raven; it's tiresome to be so distant all the time; we've eaten and drank at the same table. I will call you Sasha if that's okay?" Raven's charming voice danced around the room as Sasha closed the door with a sway of her hips, knocking on the door with her plump buttocks causing it to jiggle.

"Okay, then Raven, such a fine name~ fufu! Please sit down, and might I ask."

"Do you like my ass? You seem to stare at it quite often." 

Sasha turned to face away from him, her hands placed on either side, pulling on her dress to highlight her buttocks more, causing Raven to almost choke on his breath.

"Nh... Well, it's extremely beautiful." He replied, caught off guard.

She giggled, sitting in the black seat across from him.

Her legs slowly crossed, a flirtatious air to the room as her inner thighs were visible momentarily, a black silhouette of her lace panties.

"You should take care, Raven, women can tell where your eyes are looking~ Fufu, but the fact you find my tits and ass so interesting is a wonderful compliment. Thank you."

"Ah... you are a good woman."

"Shall we toast to that?"

"Hahaha, how long has it been since someone called me a woman... let alone a good woman!"

Raven smiled, feeling this woman was to his taste, his neon blue eyes watching her red lips as she filled the two glasses with a thick, red wine.

'I will probably sleep with her mother before even dating her at this rate...' He thought, knowing his lust was becoming too strong to hold back.

"This wine is a more vintage year than the dinner table, I remember making this wine when I was a young woman but nobody ever seemed to enjoy the flavours enough for me to take it out."

"Would you care to savour my first ever batch of wine, Raven?" 

Sasha's voice became more sultry the dark red shimmer of the glass tempting, like an offer from the devil.

Raven didn't hesitate, taking the cup from her hand before smelling the scent of the wine, causing Sasha to laugh once again.

Hidden from his view, she made a hand gesture, the next moment everyone within 100 metres of that room vanished and nobody could move closer.

The bull had entered her trap and she would not let him go so easily.